it all went to voice mail And we rang in the year And the midnight martyrs Well, they still hang on the cross You can die in the gutter baby Or learn
Coming down on a Monday, another work day When I saw her the first time She tapped her nails on my window She said, "Lets go", and we left it all behind
I was thinking about another time Still in my mind Well, I used to know a little girl High on this world Your baby loves you more than you know Raised
Oh, well, I had super heroes Silver patroned saints I've seen the movie I even made that face I been building it up and tearing it down And doing it
Some might wake up in a doorway Some live in mansions, sick and sad Some decay without the glory And never realize what they had I'm not wasting away
When my high top sneakers hit the ground On the run from heavens' hand me downs I want to see your face When I fall from grace, baby Hold me close in
God, what a mess, on the ladder of success Take a first step and miss the whole first rung Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled It beats pickin' cotton
We sing along to broken songs We work all week in double speak We celebrate like strangers I can make it happen I can make it happen Little star When
When the rain came down In this northern town It was a banner year In the world of fear I'd have thought I?d drop you a line Since you?re in love Hope
I've got a message Oh, as I was told Summer's fadin' And California seems so cold Lucinda, Lucinda A child of the water Lucinda, Lucinda A child of the
Marilyn's queen of the scene In a humble abode, by the bowling green Marilyn, she collects names With picture profile, computer games to hang on In the